Charley's passiveness when he was assaulted by old Louis and afterwards threatened by the saddler seemed to her indifference to any sort of danger--the courage of the hopeless life, maybe.

Instantly her heart overflowed with sympathy.

Monsieur was not a Catholic perhaps?
Well, so much the more he should be befriended, for he was so much the more alone and helpless.

If a man was born a Protestant--or English--he could not help it, and should not be punished in this world for it, since he was sure to be punished in the next.
Her mind became more and more excited.

The postoffice had been long since closed, and her father was asleep--she could hear him snoring.
It was ten o'clock, and there was still a light in the tailor's shop.